Title: Room Eleven
Genre: Dr Who, ‘The God Complex’
Summary: The Doctor’s nightmare; or what the Doctor saw in Room Eleven.
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The door opens almost of its own volition and for a split second the Doctor considers closing his eyes; he knows what he fears most and has no wish to confront the truth of it – there’ll be time enough for that when it happens. But something –some stubborn streak – keeps them open.
It’s not at all what he was expecting, and yet again it is. Who else haunts his nightmares, night after night until he has come to dread them with a singularity which has him taking the Ponds deeper and deeper into his life, when they should be sitting at home and making babies? They’re a distraction, of course, and it’s so many kinds of wrong.
He smiles sadly at the image, knowing that the Master isn’t really here at all, that his reality is probably far worse than anything the Doctor’s guilt-ridden mind can come up with – assuming he’s still alive, that is.
He turns and closes the door, walks away. But the image of the dying Master, one dirty hand reaching towards him as the aura of his leaking life force flickers around him, is one he’ll never forget as long as he lives.